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Baby, Join Me In Death	By : Boganwendy Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 2624 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own WWE, its characters or any outside media. I make no money from this. I do not personally know the persons in this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Baby, Join Me In Death
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A/N: I wasn’t sure if I wanted to post this story because I kept changing it every five minutes. It’s been sitting on my laptop since February this year.
The title of this story comes from the song by H.I.M. I recommend you download it, as well as the song ‘Bittersweet’ which they did with The Rasmus. Both are excellent songs and a few lyrics are mentioned within the story.
To my knowledge, The Undertaker and his wife Sara have split up and he is now dating Michelle McCool. She sucks, he deserves better, but I can’t stop love.
Baby, Join Me In Death.
~*~
Poetic music had always gave Dawn the inspiration to play music while in the WWE. She even made her own theme music during her first year. Of course, she preferred to stay and wrestle in the WWE than to go off and do some band work, similar to what Lita had did.
As Dawn sat upon her hotel bed, she stared out towards the lights outside her window. Las Vegas lights were bright and she could barely make out the beautiful night sky and the stars above. Unfortunately, she was stuck in the city since Wrestlemania was coming up in a few days.
She sighed lightly. Not that it really mattered to her; all the hype was directed to The Undertaker reclaiming his World Heavyweight Championship from Edge. She had a crush on The Phenom ever since she was a young child. Working him was a privilege, despite never actually having a conversation with him.
It was The Undertaker’s Big Evil theme song that gave her the first inspiration to begin playing her first musical instrument, the violin.
The violin and his theme seemed like a strange mix, but for some reason, it drew her towards the instrument.
Then there was the man himself. The Undertaker, The Phenom. She always wondered why he was so seductive, such a brilliant man. She worked it out when she first came into the WWE. It was his green eyes, those beautiful, emerald coloured eyes that could pierce a hole into your heart and keep it there like a permanent reminder.
His wife Sara is a lucky woman, Dawn scowled and looked back down at her laptop. There were so many websites about The Undertaker, yet none actually knew his age or even his real name. Perhaps he didn’t have one.
Dawn turned off her laptop and placed it in her bag. Kicking off her boots, she padded over towards the room’s small balcony. The lights were actually quite beautiful when you looked outside. She smiled weakly, shaking her black locks out of her braid and stared out across the landscape. People, animals, cars and buses were moving underneath her; a wave of power washing over her and she rose her arms up into the air.
“Sara, you know that I cannot take the kids this week. Why can’t your idiot of a boyfriend take care of them?” A low, rumbling voice came to the left of Dawn and she turned her head.
Dawn’s eyebrows shot up; in the room next door, talking on his mobile and wearing naught but a pair of jeans, was The Undertaker.
Wait, Sara had a boyfriend? They weren’t married? Dawn blinked back her confusion and looked back out at the scenery. A snap of the phone and a sigh broke her daze and she turned back around.
“Problem with the family?” Dawn asked quietly, shyly approaching the edge of the balcony to get much closer to the man.
The Undertaker sighed again, leaning on the side of his balcony, “We’re not even married anymore yet she had some control over me.”
Dawn frowned and turned back towards the landscape. “Some people have that kind of effect on people. It can be a good effect or a bad effect, it all depends on the person and how they used that, Taker.”
“Wise words from a pretty face.” Undertaker smiled. “Call me Mark, it’s my real name.”
Dawn blinked and nodded. “Mark, ok. I’m --”
“Dawn, I know. I watched you singing in the ring last week. You have a beautiful voice.” Mark’s smile widened. “I saw you a few weeks ago backstage and never got to introduce myself properly.”
She swallowed thickly, Dawn blushing and looking down. “I never expected to get into the WWE so quickly. To have a compliment from you is really wonderful.”
Mark chuckled, scratching the stubble on his chin. “Oh yeah? Keep the way you’re going and you’re gonna get a lot more. At least you can actually sing, I hear RAW superstars are already deaf because of Jillian.”
Dawn giggled, looking up to the sky once more. “She thought she could give me a few ‘tips’ on singing. You can’t give tips on something you don’t know nor can do.”
“Ah yes. I always found that a beautiful voice compliments someone with a beautiful soul. I see that you’ve made that finding true.” Mark’s voice lowered, his gaze flickering to Dawn. Her blush darkened and she looked up at him.
Sparkling green eyes met with ice blue eyes, both mirroring each other despite being a different colour.
A knock from Mark’s door broke the eye contact and both looked at the scantily dressed woman that had walked into his balcony. Dawn flinched and took a step back. Mark spotted a hurt look appearing on Dawn’s face and frowned.
“Hey baby. Your buddy Dave sent me up here. He said you need some lovin’ from a woman.” The woman leaned towards Mark until he pushed her away, beckoning her out the door.
Once the woman was gone, Mark returned to the balcony to find Dawn had returned into her own room, the door locked and curtains drawn. He could hear movement inside her room and he sighed.
Maybe he just fucked up his chance.
~*~
Dawn leapt down the stadium stairs, Maria beside her as they made their way to the ring. It was the unveiling of their Playboy shoot that they did together, and despite Santino’s fruitless attempts to stop the shoot, they planned to show off their cover to the world.
Jerry Lawler, the King of Wrestling, stood in the ring waiting for the two divas. A ladies man himself, he couldn’t resist the charms of women, especially if there were two beautiful women around him.
Dawn’s theme rang and both Maria and Dawn walked down the ramp together, waving to the fans and both greeting fans ringside. Once inside the ring, they stood by the covered billboard that was in the center of the ring.
“Dawn, Maria, you’re here to unveil your soon to be playboy cover issue that you did together. How does that make you feel?”
Dawn blinked, scratching the back of her neck. “To be honest, I never expected to be asked at all, let alone be asked to pose along side WWE’s most beautiful diva Maria. It’s a privilege to not only pose in playboy, but to pose along side Maria.” Dawn smiled warmly to the other dear. Maria giggled and looked up to the cover.
“I am so excited. But I’m so nervous at the same time. But more excitement by the fact that I was going to be posing next to our Dawn, the five time Women’s Champion and our own singer!” Maria waved out to the crowd then stood beside Dawn as Jerry pulled down the curtain.
Underneath was the cover, Dawn and Maria both nude and covering each other with their body, their breasts pressed against each other. The crowd exploded into cheers and Jerry could only stare in amazement.
Laughing, Maria waved to the crowd and exited the ring, not long after Jerry who was following Maria backstage. Dawn had the microphone and stood in the middle of the ring.
“I know that you guys have had fun, well, I hope you have, with me… And it’s sad that I have to say goodbye.” Dawn sighed, looking down at her feet as the crowd began to wail their displeasure.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not leaving the WWE. It’s just that… I’m moving to Smackdown!” Dawn cried out, throwing off her top to reveal the Smackdown logo underneath. The crowd once again began to cheer. Not only would there be huge superstars like Kane and The Undertaker in Smackdown, but now they’d get Dawn, the new playboy diva.
JBL couldn’t contain his delight when he heard that Dawn was coming to Smackdown. As a commentator, he always had conversations with beautiful women, but never with a playboy diva. And since it was her debut in Smackdown, he’d be hosting his segment with Dawn as the special guest.
Dawn walked around backstage, her long black hair tied up in a tail and sporting leather pants and a tight leather top. She knew that Mark was in Smackdown and she had wondered where he would be. She felt so uncomfortable when that prostitute came in during their conversation that she had to leave.
Standing in front of the ramp, listening to JBL introduce himself and the segment, Dawn sighed lightly. Mark had better things to than to talk to her again.
Once hearing her theme, Dawn walked down the ramp, waving to the crowd once more. They were much louder and more vocal than RAW, but she could see so many signs dedicated to her. It warmed her heart and settled her nerves as she slipped into the ring.
Taking a microphone from JBL, she sat down on one of the stools and smiled. JBL grinned, taking a seat beside Dawn. “It’s an honour to finally have such a beautiful lady like you on Smackdown. Truly an honour, and I thank you for accepting my invitation to come into my segment.”
“Oh JBL, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Dawn purred, her grin widening, crossing her legs and resting her elbow on her knees. JBL swallowed thickly and began to speak.
“S-So, Wrestlemania and unfortunately, you’re not in it, but you have voiced your displeasure at the Edge and Vickie relationship that has come up. How come?” JBL asked.
Dawn’s eyes narrowed. “I find it disgusting that Vickie chose Edge over the Guerrero name. Not only is it disgusting, it is insulting to Eddie who was a close friend of mine.”
“So, can we assume you’ll be cheering for the Undertaker to win the championship?”
“Of course. If Edge was the one to ruin the streak, I would be th--” Dawn was interrupted by Edge’s theme bursting out into the arena and she sighed. He HAD to ruined her debut.
Edge was standing with his ‘Edgeheads’ and his girlfriend Vickie, all four of them glaring up at Dawn who stared down, smugly.
“Dawn, you may be debuting and learning the ropes of Smackdown, but you CANNOT insult me like that!” Vickie snapped, taking hold of Edge’s hand. “How dare you mention Eddie! I am the General Manager and I demand respect!”
Dawn laughed into the microphone. “Oh Vickie. Eddie would be rolling in his grave if he knew of you and Edge. Trust me, the crowd don’t like it, sweetie. But if your little boyfriends want to pick a fight, they can do it with me and I’m quite alright for having a fight with your trailer trash lovers.” Dawn sneered and leapt off the ring and towards the group.
Just as Dawn reached the group, The Undertaker’s theme rang and the Phenom appeared beside Dawn. He looked down to the diva then smiled and began to attack Edge and his Edgeheads. Seeing this as an opportunity, Dawn grabbed Vickie and preformed a chokeslam on the General Manger.
Vickie laid unconscious on the ground and Edge pulled away from The Undertaker and ran to her. Dawn took her chance again and used the neck breaker upon Edge.
Dawn stood above the two fallen lovers and smiled, raising her arms in the air with the microphone in her grasp. She laughed, turning and walking right into The Undertaker. His piercing green eyes were staring down into her ice blue eyes. The two stared at each other once again until Dawn broke the eye contact and left the ramp.
~*~
Dawn stood upon the balcony in her hotel room, her violin in hand and quietly playing several new tunes she had thought up. It had been the second time that she had nearly submitted to Mark. She could hear movement and voices in his room, but she couldn’t make out the words.
A young girl, 7 years old would walk out onto Mark’s balcony, her bright green eyes staring wide up at Dawn. The girl squeaked and shyly approached the side of the balcony and towards Dawn. “You play r-really good music.”
Dawn smiled towards the girl. “Thank you. My name is Dawn. What’s your name?”
“M-My name is Gracie. Daddy talks about you a lot. He thinks you’re very pretty.” Gracie giggled, gazing down at her feet. “Daddy doesn’t like my mummy that much anymore.”
Dawn chuckled abit, sitting down on the edge of the balcony. “I’m sure your daddy does like your mummy. They just have their differences.”
“Daddy calls her bad words that he tells me never to use. I don’t want to stay with mummy, I want to stay with Daddy.” Gracie pouted quietly and looked up at Dawn. “If you and daddy get married, will you be my mummy?”
Dawn’s eyes widened and she blushed softly. Just in time, Mark had walked onto the balcony and spotted Gracie near Dawn.
“Gracie! There you are.” Mark sighed, lifting up his daughter and lead her back into the hotel room.
Dawn frowned and turned back to her violin, resuming playing once more.
I’m giving up the ghost of love.
And the shadows cast on devotion
She’s the one that I adore.
She sung quietly, the violin’s soft melody ringing in the air. She didn’t notice Mark had returned and was listening silently to her song.
And I need you.
And I needed you…
Break these bittersweet spell on me
Lost in the arms of destiny.
“You truly do have a beautiful voice, you know.”
Dawn spun around, finding Mark sitting on the edge of his balcony, staring at her with those piercing green eyes once again.
“O-Oh. Thank you.. I… I didn’t see you there.” Dawn breathed, placing her violin back in its case and looking away. “I suppose I better go..” She turned to leave the balcony.
“Wait. Before you go. I have to ask you something.” Mark quickly spoke, holding out his hand. “When that woman came into my room, why did you leave?”
Dawn flushed and looked down at her hands. “…Ever since I was young, I had a big crush on you. To see some woman come onto you, I guess I got a bit jealous.”
Mark smiled, resting his chin on his palm, his long black hair waving down over his shoulder. “Since you were young? How old are you?”
“I’m 23.” Dawn flushed a brighter red, already embarrassed that she admitted she had a crush on Mark.
“I’m 42. Does age exactly matter to you in a relationship?”
“No it doesn’t… Wait, what?” Dawn blinked, “You’re 42?”
“Yes.” Mark laughed. “Did you think I was older?”
Dawn’s jaw dropped open lightly, gaping at him. “N-No.. I thought.. You look so young.”
Mark laughed again and leaned against the wall. “Thank you. It’s nice to be complimented by a beautiful woman instead of being called a bastard and an asshole.”
Dawn giggled, looking down at her hands once more. Mark smiled, reaching out across and brushing back strands of her black hair, pushing them behind her ear. A wave of heat washed over Dawn and she sighed, nuzzling into his hand.
Mark inhaled deeply, he could smell her scent, that sexual scent that he had been desiring ever since they had first locked eyes with each other. Even hearing her sigh was a blessed sound to hear from someone that had the beauty of an angel.
“Dawn. You are beautiful.” Mark breathed, his thumb brushed over her lips, watching her eyes snap open and stare at him.
Placing a small kiss upon his palm, Dawn stepped back. “It’s getting late. Your match at Wrestlemania is on tomorrow, you better get some sleep.”
Mark sighed, lowering his hand. Then an idea came into mind. “Dawn, come with me to Wrestlemania, and walk down the ramp with me. I want you by me when I defeat Edge.”
Dawn frowned for a moment, then smiled, a bright grin appearing on her face. “Of course. I’d love to come with you. You’ll have to wake me up though.”
“Deal.” Mark grinned. The two looked at each other once again until Mark leaned forward, his lips capturing Dawn’s in a soft kiss.
“Goodnight.” Mark purred against her lips and returned back to his room, leaving a very stunned Dawn behind.
~*~
Wrestlemania 24 had arrived and thousands of spectators filled the seats of the stadium. Triple H had won the WWE championship, CM won back his ECW title and Kane had won the Money in the Bank. Now it was for the main event, Undertaker against Edge.
Edge was already in the ring, with Vickie and his Edgeheads Zack Ryder and Kevin Hawkins walking around outside the ring. The crowd waited with an excited hum for the Undertaker that was the favourite to reclaim the title that was stolen from him.
Dawn walked beside The Undertaker, she could hear the shocked whispers of Vickie and Edge as they walked down the ramp.
Once inside the ring and had shed his coat and hat, The Undertaker circled around Edge while Dawn walked around the ring, making sure Edge’s group didn’t interfere with the match.
Dawn prowled around the ring, The Undertaker began to attack Edge, determined to win back what was his. Once she stood face to face with Vickie, the two women stared at each other while Edge suffered Snake Eyes by the Undertaker.
A sly grin appeared on Dawn’s face and she turned around, her back to the ring. “Hey Edge! Look what I’m doing!” And with that, she pulled Vickie into a lip lock and immediately had Edge snarling and clawing at her.
The distraction was worth it as The Undertaker got the vicious Gogoplata on Edge and forced him to tap out. As the bell rang, Dawn took the World Heavyweight Championship and rolled into the ring, handing it to The Undertaker.
Once again, their eyes met and The Undertaker took his championship, raising it up into the air. Dawn inclined her head, smiling as he rose it up to the crowd.
She soon felt two hands cup her face and pull her up to look at him. They gazed at each other for a moment until he pulled her up to him, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. The crowd literally exploded into cheers as the two powerful forces embraced.
Once pulled back, Dawn let out a breathy sigh and rose The Undertaker’s arm up into the air.
~*~
Mark shed out of his wrestling attire, watching Dawn tracing the gold upon the Championship Belt. They had to run from the crowd afterwards as they made their way to the hotel. With both their rooms swamped with fans, the two were hiding out in the penthouse suite which they had locked and bolted shut.
With the curtains drawn, Mark stood in front of Dawn, running his fingers gently through her black locks. She looked up, noticing he was simply in a pair of jeans, and giggling shyly.
Mark settled down beside her, laying beside with his legs spread out. “You know, you look so adorable when you giggle.” He leaned over, petting lightly on her thigh.
Dawn swallowed thickly, he was so close to her. “I wouldn’t know…” She whispered. God, even with just touching her, she was so aroused. She inhaled deeply, shutting her eyes.
He rolled on top of her, their faces bare inches apart, his hands slipping underneath her head and pulling her head towards him. Her eyes fluttered open and met his gaze, her lips parted to let out soft, breathless whimpers.
“Dawn, ever since I saw you, I knew you were the one. Christ, you got me so hard, I couldn’t walk straight.” Mark breathed against her lips, watching her eyes widening in the shock admission. “I’m falling in love with you.”
Dawn let the championship belt fall to the floor, her eyes wide. He was falling for her? “I-I don’t know what to say..” She whispered, watching Mark’s hands leave her face and run down her sides. The erotic weight was gaining and she leaned towards him. “I’m…falling…” She found herself out of breath, unable to finish the sentence.
Mark took pity on her and smiled, his lips once again brushing over hers. “I know.” He murmured, and finally pressed his lips onto hers. Their lips both parted over each others in what seemed to be a desperate kiss, until Mark pulled back.
His hair clung to his sweat soaked skin as he looked down at her. Her face was flushed and her lips parted to let out soft breathy pants to control her breathing. He tore his gaze away only for a moment, pulling the four posters around the bed to shield them from the world, both encased by the velvet walls.
Dawn sat up, her arms rising for Mark as he began to lift off her shirt. Once it was aside, his hands gently cupped her breasts through the black lace bra she wore underneath, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples that were straining against the fabric. He reached behind her, unclasping her bra and placing that aside.
Her breasts relaxed as they were freed from their fabric confides, rising and falling with Dawn’s shallow breaths. Mark’s hands gently, slowly ran up her sides, the two once again pressing their lips together as he lowered Dawn down on her back. His lips broke away from her lips, slowly trailing down her jaw line and to her neck. She let out a throaty moan when his teeth bit down into her pale flesh, his tounge sweeping over the mark to soothe the sting.
His lips soon left her neck and began dotting kisses between her breasts, his hands running over her breasts and to her pants and beginning to tug them down off her body. Once she laid naked underneath him, Mark’s hands rose back up, tracing every curve of her body. His erection strained painfully against his jeans, tenting them underneath the pressure.
Dawn’s eyes spotted the bulge and she sat up, reaching down to slowly unzip his jeans and discard them. His penis throbbed against her thigh and she laid back, her eyes fixing upon Mark’s face and placing her hands just upon his shoulders.
Desperate for him, Dawn arching her hips towards him, submitting to the man above her. “Mark… make love to me.” She breathed, her arms curling around his neck.
He could only smile, leaning down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, slowly easing his length into her welcoming heat. Her body contorted erotically and she moaned into his mouth, her hips jutting towards his hips to take more of his arousal into her. Once he was buried in her, he broke the kiss, waiting for her to adjust to the size of his massive erection and buried his face into the crook of her neck, her fingers curling in his hair.
She began to move her hips towards him and he responded in kind, driving his length back and forth into her, her whimpers and moans coaxing him on. Her fingers scored into his back, driving down along his spine to grip his backside, pulling his hips towards her.
As the pace and strength increased, Dawn began to moan louder, her fingers scratching at his back whilst Mark drove into her repeatedly, their foreheads pressed together and staring down at her, watching her face as he thrusted into her.
Their sweat covered bodies rubbing together, their legs tangled and both near their approaching orgasm. Mark quickened the thrusts and the strength, soon pounding her into the mattress with long and hard strokes, striking her fleshy core with each move.
He felt Dawn’s body lift slightly, her body arching, her walls contracted tightly around him, near painful as her orgasm arrived. Mark gave one more thrust and groaned out her name, pouring himself into her and listening to her voice crying out his name in bliss.
As the two lowered back down onto the cool sheets below, Mark felt Dawn shift and curl her arms around him.
It renewed his desire to be alive once again. All thanks to the love of a beautiful diva.
~ Fin
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