This is my intake on an Undertaker fanfic. I don't own any characters except the ones I use. I'm not good with summaries so you'll just have to read to see what the story is about. Sexual references, sexual thoughts, strong language, brief violence...
Victory was showing all around the rooms. The Undertaker (Mark Calaway) was up against Randy Orton, and he won the World Heavyweight Championship Belt at WrestleMania. This was 22-0 for his streak. Everybody congratulated him on his win. He'd nodd in response. He went to get something to eat. That was when he saw her, the new Diva. She had pink and purple hair with blue highlights at the end, she had light peachy skin, and she had beautiful blue eyes. She was a beauty. She looked at Undertaker, and she smiled. (I'm gonna skip to the part where it's at the present. They started dating. They are now at their first year anniversary for their dating relationship.) Kendra's POV: We were at a dinner with my family. Mark was 34, and I was 28. It was our one year anniversary, and I wanted to get something for Mark. Something that he was wanting for several years. "Baby, I got you something you wanted for a long time," I said as I heard a riveting sound. We all went outside, and Mark was so surprised. I got him a motorcycle that was white.
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He grabbed my waist, and twirled me in the air. He kissed me while I was off the ground. I traced his mouth with my tongue, asking for entrance. He opened his mouth, I explored his cavern, and our tongues began to dance. We parted and hugged. His embrace felt so warm and safe. I knew he was the one for me. I loved him, and there was no doubt about it. "Thank you, babe. I love it," he said as he wrapped his hands around my waist," Wanna take a ride on it tonight?" "Sure, as long as I don't have to where a helmet," I said as he moved his hands to rest on my ass. He cupped them in the shape of my ass, and he lightly squeezed. I smiled, and giggled. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and I squeezed drawing a close to the space between us. "Get a room, will ya, sis," my brother asked in a disgusted/playing tone. "Get used to it, Carson," I said smiling. Mark chuckled a little, and I saw him smile. I loved his smile, and his smirks. I kissed Mark, and we went to the kitchen. "Thanks for dinner, mom. It was tastey," I said hugging her. She smiled as a response. "Thanks for having me over, Mr. & Mrs. Rodriguez. Dinner was great," he said as he hugged my mom, and shook hands with my dad. We left soon afterwards. We pulled up at the house, and Mark parked his new ride. My phone soon went off. "Hello?" "Hey, Kendra, it's Randy. My girlfriend wants to talk to you." "Okay, put her on the phone." "Hi, this is Sasha Banks. I was wondering if we could hang out one of these days after work?" "Sure. I'll see you around, Sasha," I said before I hung up. Mark started kissing my neck afterwards. "You know... this could carry on... in bed," I moaned out. He looked at my face with a smirk, and took my hand, went up stairs in our room, and you know what happened after that. 😊😉😆😍
