WWE MALE READER ONE SHOTS

THE UNDERTAKER

You had just made your debut in the WWE and you were still trying to find your footing in the chaotic world of wrestling. But one thing that made it all worth it was meeting the legendary Undertaker, Mark Calaway.

You couldn't believe it when he approached you backstage after your first match, complimenting your performance and offering some advice. You were both surprised to find that you had a lot in common and before you knew it, you were going on dates and spending all your free time together.

But as your relationship with Mark grew deeper, you couldn't help but notice how possessive he could be. He would always keep a watchful eye on you and get jealous when you interacted with other wrestlers, even if it was just friendly banter. You didn't mind that he cared about you, but you didn't want to feel suffocated either.

One day, after a particularly intense training session, Mark approached you as you were getting ready to leave the arena.

"Hey, I noticed you were talking to Randy earlier," Mark said, his voice low and serious. "What did he want?"

"Just catching up," you replied casually, trying not to let his possessiveness get to you.

Mark's eyes narrowed slightly. "I don't like the way he was looking at you."

You sighed, feeling frustrated. "Mark, I appreciate that you care about me, but you can't control who I talk to. I'm my own person."

Mark's expression softened. "I know. I'm sorry. I just...I can't help it. You mean a lot to me and I don't want to lose you."

You smiled, touched by his honesty. "I'm not going anywhere. But we have to trust each other. Trust that we won't do anything to hurt each other."

Mark nodded, his grip on your hand tightening. "I trust you. And I'll try to be less possessive."

You both stood there in silence for a moment, the tension between you easing up. You leaned in to give him a gentle kiss, feeling relieved that you could talk things out.

As you walked away from the arena, hand in hand with Mark, you couldn't help but feel hopeful. Yes, there were still issues to work through, but you knew that you could make this relationship work. With trust and communication, anything was possible.

As the weeks went by, you and Mark's relationship continued to grow and strengthen. You two were practically inseparable and the other wrestlers on the roster would often comment on how perfect you were for each other. But despite the love and connection you shared, Mark's possessive side showed itself again.

One night, at a WWE event, a wrestler you had been paired with for a match was getting a little too close for comfort. You didn't think much of it, but as soon as Mark saw what was happening, his eyes narrowed and his jaw tightened.

After the match, as you were getting changed, Mark stormed into the locker room, his eyes dark with anger. "What was that all about?" he growled, grabbing your arm roughly.

You winced at the tight grip and pulled away, looking at him in confusion. "What are you talking about, Mark?"

"Don't play dumb with me," he hissed. "I saw the way that wrestler was looking at you. And you let him get too close. That's not acceptable."

You rolled your eyes, feeling frustrated with Mark's possessiveness. "Mark, it was just a match. We were working together. Nothing more."

But Mark wasn't satisfied with your explanation. He continued to hover over you, watching your every move and getting jealous when you interacted with other wrestlers. It was like he didn't trust you, even though you had given him no reason not to.